Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?

20 January 2012

The time I did a photoshoot at the beach and the dogs looked totally emo in all the photos even though we were frolicking around all joyful and shit.

When it starts to rain, hardly anyone goes down to the beach. Except us.

This makes us happy. Look at those happy faces. Like little goth Smiths song singing happy faces. We heard it's going to rain for a week.

You'll know where to find us if you need us. Really. I'm not kidding. We are happy. Enough already.

Usually they are all smiles. Maybe not Ruby, she is very serious, but those other two, all smiles. They were acting like all smiles. We were having an awesome walk. And every photo looks like this. Thespians maybe? Go figger.

Laura Hartwick, Captain

Many people around Santa Cruz know Laura as the lady with all those little black dogs. Many people know her as a horse trainer. Many people know her as the artist with the small brushes. Many people know her as that hoity graphic designer.
None of them would be wrong.
All the dogs of Team Small Dog, righteously awesome.
Laura Hartwick is usually a nice person. Except when she isn't. Be nice, don't bite, and run faster.